Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.